Tathagata Must Be Defeated

Erlang Zhenjun woke up from a deep sleep.

He had a splitting headache and straightened up, but found himself lying in bed with a teenage girl.

"you're awake."

The girl said with a quilt.

Erlang Zhenjun looked at her and recalled his head.

He remembered that after hearing the announcement of the Buddha, he asked Taijun Laojun to take some liqueur, drunk, and then saw the owl, and then...

"You count me!"

Erlang Zhenjun raised his hand to the owl.

The owl looked at him and slowly closed his eyes.

"you……"

Erlang Zhenjun hesitated for a while and slowly put his hand down.

"I am not Erlang Zhenjun. You and I are created two hundred years ago."

He said: "We have no high or low points."

Erlang Zhenjun seems a little disheartened.

The owl hugged him.

Her arms were warm, Erlang Zhenjun frowned slightly, but in the end she did not struggle.

"She is courageous."

He thought about it.

The two sat for a while.

Erlang Zhenjun suddenly frowned: "Why is it so quiet outside?"

He remembers that before he was drunk, the whole city of All Souls was in chaos. How is it so quiet now?

"My sister sang a song."

The owl let him go and said: "Now the people in the whole city are asleep."

"is it?"

Erlang Zhenjun got up and put on his clothes and walked out with the owl.

Outside the door, a group of grass-headed gods looked at the two strangely.

Erlang Zhenjun snorted and then looked at the distant scene.

Under the bleak night, there was a crack in the ground of Wanling City, and a lot of flames and smoke were pouring out. Without knowing why, the collapse of the world suddenly accelerated.

The seven rays of light flew through the sky, turning into spiders and falling in the Hall of All Souls.

"Master, something big!"

The spiders surrounded the town of Yuanxian: "We were not spiders!"

"What did we change?"

They said awkwardly.

The nearby immortals saw this scene, and while they were funny, they also envied their innocence.

Soon after, a distant glimmer of light attracted the attention of the immortals.

The glory rushed in the sky and then fell straight down.

That is the little phoenix.

"The king is in the palace."

She said: "If you go now, you can still see him."

The crowds flew to the Heavenly Palace.

Tiangong, like a flame-like figure standing in the clouds.

It is Sun Wukong.

The position where he stands is the center of the four major divisions.

"Brother."

He flew up with joy and joy.

However, some immortals stopped and looked at Sun Wukong strangely.

Not only because of the truth, but also because the flames on Sun Wukong are like the flames burning on the ground.

"Great, great."

Marshal of the canopy asked nervously: "Is the fire on the ground?"

"It was him."

The little Phoenix, who flew back behind the fairy, said: "He chose another world and destroyed the Three Realms."

At this moment, everyone around me was quiet.

The death of the Heavenly Palace is generally silent.

"Great, tell me, this is fake!"

Shui Dexing Jun said.

Sun Wukong replied: "There is not much time."

The flames on his body grew more vigorously, showing a pattern of magical figures at his feet.

"Do you really have a hand?"

Xiaofeng asked.

She thought that they would find these people, and it might be possible to shake Sun Wukong but it didn't take effect.

"Even if it is a dream, it can last for a long time and has been happy."

Xiaofeng said: "Once you start, you have nothing!"

"This is not the subject of two choices."

The wordless book opened in the palm of Sun Wukong.

There is still some power left in this book.

By destroying the Three Realms in advance, he can save more people with the rest of his power.

"Go."

Sun Wukong led the power of the wordless book to be instilled on the map of Wanling.

The burning figure of the spirits rotates under his feet.

"It can accommodate the souls of all beings."

Said Sun Wukong.

His thoughts flashed, and the golden flame fell from the void and landed on the map of all spirits.

On the clean, unstained night sky, the map of the spirit began to expand rapidly, like a flaming continent hanging in the air.

"What power is this?"

The immortals were surprised to see the picture of the spirits spreading under their feet.

"The fire of merit."

The ancestors answered.

"Great Saint!!"

Some immortals want to stop Sun Wukong, but they are stopped.

Quietly watching Sun Wukong, then some sad said.

"Brother is saving us."

Keeping the soul of all spirits is the only way to save them.

However, how difficult it is to save the lives of the three realms! ?

Sun Wukong maintained the figure of Wanling, and several golden figures rushed up from the ground and landed in front of him.

That is a little monkey.

The little monkeys handed over the heavy books to him.

That is the book of life and death.

"With these, you will not miss the soul of a mortal."

Sun Wu thought about it and sucked the power of the book of life and death into the wordless book.

He suddenly felt that the map of the spirits under his feet began to accelerate and expand, and several powerful auras were instilled. It was the fairy power and the fairy law of the immortals.

Sun Wukong turned his head.

"Brother, let's help."

He said.

"What are you doing?"

Zhenyuan Daxian said: "Xiandi, it is better to save people."

"Are you not afraid?"

Sun Wukong asked: "I will kill you all."

"silly."

The Bodhi ancestor said: "Isn't killing to save?"

The other immortals looked at each other and then poured them one by one, pouring the power on the map.

The pupil of Sun Wukong flashed the brilliance of the fairy, and then took a soft breath.

"All spirits."

With a warm and sad voice, it becomes a light breeze, floating in every corner of the world.

"Even if the dark clouds can cover the sun, the haze is just a must."

"I promise you a contract, even if I am in the dark, I will let you wake up again."

"for sure……"

With the vowed words, the burning map of the universe completely covers the entire sky.

The flames generally fall into the rain, igniting the earth, falling on the bottom of the sea and burning in the land.

Looking down on the tall Tiangong, you can see countless fires flowing through the entire dark ground.

It is the fire of destruction and the fire of redemption.

The beautiful land, the magnificent city, is gradually shrouded in flames, and the panicked creatures turn into a grainy brilliance in the unavoidable flame.

Sun Wukong liberated his own power. Guanghua was sucked into the sky from the ground, as if numerous stars were shining.

These stars are reflected in his golden pupil.

"come on."

Sun Wukong opened his hands to the stars.

Two hundred years of experience, two hundred years of wisdom, just to burn yourself for this moment.

The spirit map is intertwined with his soul, and the two are one.

Fear, hatred, joy... all love and curse, he will bear alone.

This is both a spirit.

This is heaven.